Here I thought I forgot you.
Go away. Get out of my head.
If you really wanted me,
you'd 've come home to me in-stead.
My heart is already yours,
what more could you want?
I removed all temptation,
and any compulsive thoughts.
But here you are, in my head.
While there you are laying, in her bed.
I hope her arms are entangling,
so that you might not be free.
So that you might never, ever dare
come back to rising, flaming me..
Because if you did, I would love you
and not let go.
I would bind you to my heart,
or maybe instead my soul.
Honey,
why did you even go?
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